Voyeur Chapter 2

It had been ten days since he had seen her, not that he was counting really, she was under his skin, in his blood, in his thoughts and dreams from early morning to sometimes all night through, when ever he closed his eyes she was there.  Every night he would look over to her balcony, trying to see her again.  There had been no movement, not even any lights on, maybe she was just staying there occasionally as someones guest.  He knew this was stupid he had to get her out of his mind and get back to the serious things in life like his work as an Advertising Designer, which he was pretty good at sometimes.1

Joe walked over to his answerphone, turned it back off of silent and checked for any messages.  There were in fact two, both concerning work. The first being someone checking up on his currant job and the second a new job of which he had a meeting.He was hoping that with this job he would be promoted to partner at the small independent company he work for, this was his step up he hoped. Going over to his bedroom, he opened the door and stepped over the mess at the foot of his bed to the wardrobe which held the usual tee-shirts, jeans and the odd shirt along with his only two suits, one black for the mandate weddings and funerals and the other blue for times like today with this meeting. So changing out of his usual tatty track bottoms and tee-shirt into the blue, he left his flat and made his way to the in-house car park.  As his car pulled out of there he spotted her or at least he thought it was her, he could only see who ever it was from behind, the slim figure, the long blond hair tossed behind the face, but he couldn't stop to check as this meeting was important. Who ever it was he saw walking into the flats would have to wait until later.2

Michelle needed a shower or even a bath and her bed, it had been a long ten days working as an Air Hostess, travelling from one country to another with no real rest, well that would teach her to cover one of the other hostess shifts as well as her own.  She opened her front door, stepped over her mail and headed for her bedroom, passing the bathroom on the way she started a bath running, adding scented bubble bath, oh how she needed this bath.  Finally reaching her bedroom she removed the tight fitting navy blue jacket and red skirt, which was her uniform and put on the new red silk kimono she had got from Japan before going back to the bathroom.  She disrobed and slipped into the wonderfully relaxing bath, feeling the warmth of the water surrounding her tired and weary body, the sensual aroma awakening her senses, bring her body back to life gradually.  Reaching to the side of the bath for the sponge Michelle added soap and starting from her shoulders and arms down to her breasts, the warmth of the water and the feel of the sponge causing them to become hard.  She knelt up and adding more soap she washed down her stomach to her fine pubic hairs, experiencing the sensation it was causing.  3

As much as she was enjoying this she knew she needed her bed. She stepped out and with the hot towel that she had placed on the radiator she toweled herself down making sure she was dry all over, she bent over removed the plug and made her way to her inviting bed. Michelle pulled back the covers and slipped in between the cold, crisp sheets, sinking into the comforting mattress, she closed her eyes, she needed to be refreshed for her date tonight.4

Joe's meeting went as he had expected very well, concluding in the inevitable lunch, which in this case was a liquid one. He knew there was no way he was going to drive home, not with the amount he had drunk anyway.  With an intoxicated state of mind he thought back to that morning as he was leaving, could it have been her, was she back, was his mind playing games with him. The only way he was going to find out was to go home, to see for himself. Giving his car keys to the barman with the promise of returning for them tomorrow with a big tip for him. 5

Joe put on his jacket and left making his way to the Tube Station, it was of course now raining very heavierly so he pulled up his jacket collar. Luckily for him a train was just coming in so on he got and found himself a seat in the corner, and closed his eyes, letting his mind wonder, imagining her lying in front of him, her body, so beautiful and soft to the touch. Him kissing her face with tiny little butterfly kisses, moving to her neck, her shoulders, gradually down to those breasts, oh those breasts, her nipples ready for his kissing, sucking and stroking.  He wanted to run his tongue around them until they stood erect for him.  He wanted to explore her all over, to run his tongue from her stomach to the fine soft pubic hairs, to bury his head in her sweet and inviting pussy, his tongue exploring the most intimate part of her, he wanted to feel her juices run down his chin as she exploded over him as he teased her tight little arse with his fingers. He wanted her to beg for him to enter her and ride her until she orgasm-ed over his hot and pulsing penis, to scream at him for more.  His mind was going into over drive concerning her.  Invading his brain he heard the train announcer say his stop, he opened his eyes and saw a young girl and her companion staring and laughing at him, for he hadn't realized that his thoughts had travelled down, his excitement so obvious as it strained against his trouser front.  He blushed with embarrassment as they stared at him as he got up, trying to sort himself out he got off the train. The embarrassment of his very obvious erection sobered him up greatly.  6

The alarm clock buzzed and Michelle awoke feeling better, all refreshed and new, she throw back the covers, her naked body on show, she arose, putting on her dressing gown, she moved down to the kitchen. Michelle made herself something to eat and drink before returning to her room to choose her clothing for that night.  Should she wear something black or maybe white, something sexy or sensible under her dress.  Deciding that as it was her body she'd wear something for her, something sensual and silky, I mean this was only their first date and she wanted to take it slow after all her previous bad dates, so as far as she was concerned he wouldn't find out until a later date if there was one.  7

Now her date was a handsome young business man, from America, you know the type made a fortune by the time he was twenty-one and loved the ladies.  Michelle had met him on one of her flights a couple of months before and after being pestered by him all through the flight she had given in to him and gave him her phone number, the fact that he hadn't called back then she was surprised to have gotten his call now, but then again he was flying back pretty soon so she decided to say yes to him.  He was taking her to a up town show and then to an expensive restaurant for a meal with some other friends of his.  8

She laid out her underwear and dress on the bed and went to the bathroom to freshen herself and to put on her make-up, coming back she picked up the dainty pieces of material which passed as pants and slid her legs into them, feeling the sensualness of the material brushing against her pubic hair and clitoris, the result was electrifying, sending her senses all over the place.  She then attempted to slip her arms through the straps of her bra, which if she was honest just about covered her ample breasts.  She was so aroused that she had to sit down and slowly began to explore herself, forgetting all about what she was suppose to be doing, Michelle stroked herself, her clitoris aching with the desire she felt, the wetness from between her legs as she orgasm-ed over and over again causing her head to spin with the dizziness. This time she reached under her pillow for her other special friend, long, slim with its rotating head and little friend to penetrate her annal area, with just the right amount of pleasure not to hurt.  Michelle slid this beauty into her wet pussy, the vibrations making her gasp as she reached that point again and again, her juices smelling sweet and musky at the same time, intoxicating her brain that she didn't want to stop.9

Coming out of the station Joe noticed that it was still raining, only now just a light shower, but enough to wake him up totally now.  Reaching his block he took the lift up to his floor and walked along to his front door, unlocked it and entered, he made his way towards the balcony, he had to find out if she was there.  Yes, a light was on, but was it her or someone else there.  He went back into his flat making his way to his bedroom he approached his wardrobe and reaching up to the top shelf he removed a box, knowing what was in it he returned to the balcony.  10

Joe set up things just right for him to see the opposite one, moving all his plants around so he would be out of view and if it was her he would find out soon.  He sat in the chair hidden thinking about her, what was it about her that had done this to him, he'd seen and been with lots of beautiful women in his time, but it was something.  The sun had started to set and the sky was darkening when he saw a movement out of the corner of his eye, a light had been switched on maybe in a bedroom and he could make out the shape of someones silhouette against the curtain.  He reached over to the box that he had place near him and adjusted the lenses of the binoculars, looking through them he still couldn't quite make out if it was her, but he knew it was definitely a woman's shape.11